Sometimes there are those days that you seem to be a playball of your own emotions. They’re all over the place and go to hights and come crashing down again.
Yesterday was one of those days for me.
It started with me having to write a letter in which i had to put some stuff quite delicately. It required a lot of focus but the end result was ok. Than all power here in this part of Rotterdam went out. Woosh, gone.
I decided to take my bike and go to the center of the city already to meet up with my mom. I would be early, but she couldn’t even call me at home to tell me she was almost there because.. no power = no phone.
So i arived at the center of town and soon got a call from my mom that she was close. I waited a little while and soon she surfaced from the subway.
We sat down in a little caffee with a capucino and she asked how my larp weekend had been. Normally i just say “very cool.. it was great” or something along those lines, but this seemed to be the first time i could actually explain just _how_ awesome the weekend had been.
The thing is, next year my mom and dad will be married 40 years. They’re taking the kids and grandkids for a week’s trip to Marocco. This was almost certain to collide with the spring Moots from Vortex. So a bit odd. Yay week in marocco.. meh, miss the moots.
So we were talking and my mom says that she understands how important those weekends are for me and they’re going to really try and see if we can book the marocco trip in a way that i can still go. I was a bit baffled about it, i had already resigned that it was quite certain i would miss that weekend.
We went to see the exhibition about south america and human sacrifices of the inca’s in the World Museum. Very interesting exhibition. Quite gruesome too.
My mom and dad had actually visited Peru and Bolivia on one of their trips (did i mention they get around on their old age and travel the world when they can?).
We had a good time and after another cup of coffee we said our goodbyes.
I went home and was happy to find out the electricity was working again.
I chilled a bit and checked the website with the houses in Bergen op Zoom. On the wednesday you can always see if you have a chance for a house you responded to.
So last week, i had responded to this tiny house with quite a nice garden. I didn’t think i would be in the running for it, but when i checked i saw i was on spot 1-5 on the list. So up up up my emotions went, feeling the hopes to finally after almost 3 years of waiting to have a chance on a little house.
But uncertainty kicked in, fear to be let down and knowing i would be dissapointed if i kept my hopes up too high. But damn it.. i want that house. It’s smaller than i would prefer to be honest, but GARDEN.. and quite a nice garden too.
So please let me find something in the mail the upcoming days that i have to go to Bergen op zoom to check it out. Let me be the no 1 for this so i can go on with my life and start anew.